Tribes & Minorities in the World
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I have always been drawn to all things in life that represent "tribes", "warriors". . .
Perhaps remnants of a past life or maybe it is just that I know the days ahead for humanity.
It is time to find our "tribe" and the universe, God - call it what you will - is bringing us our "tribes". Connecting like never before.
Many souls have had to walk solo on earth, unsupported with a deep knowledge that these days would come. Often feeling isolated, misunderstood, criticized, laughed at - that is being polite. These are the lessons of the warrior. To be able to stand tall - despite being knocked to the ground over and over again. The ability to rise up from the broken shell society made of you, a little weaker but eventually in time becoming stronger and wiser.
You become detached somewhat from this world of illusion. You see what others fail to see, there is no need for another's opinion or acceptance in life. You become the powerful force you were born to be.
The gentle Peaceful Warrior. Don't push the Peaceful Warrior, for there is a power of the divine that is undeniable - and no amount of evil can dim the light or power of the Divine. The physical body may perish, but the Soul is for all Eternity. This life is like a minute grain of sand in the scale of things.
It never ceases to amaze me, watching as things unfold as they are meant to be, and as I had always known.
Souls being bought together - Tribes coming together for humanity.
I am blessed - May you also be blessed and find your Tribe and may the warrior in you be woken
Amen
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Local boys play footvolley in the compound of the third holiest site in Islam, the Haram al-Sharif in Jerusalem's Old City. The scene is dominated by the Minarat al-Asbat (منارة الأسباط) or Minaret of the Tribes.
Surveying the north-eastern entrance to the Haram al-Sharif from its north wall, the Minaret of the Tribes is one of the sites four minarets. Built by the Mamluks in 1367, it is composed of a cylindrical stone shaft (of Ottoman construction), rising from a rectangular base on top of a triangular transition zone. The shaft narrows above the muezzin's balcony, and is dotted with circular windows, ending with a bulbous dome. The dome was reconstructed after the 1927 Jericho earthquake.
Portrait of a woman from the Kalbeliya tribe in Rajasthan, India. Photo taken during the famous Pushkar cattle fair held each year.
Kalbeliyas are nomadic people who traditionally belonged to a community of snake charmers. Nowadays, they earn their livelihood by singing and dancing. The Kalbelia dance is a very popular part of Kalbelia culture.
Supernova ‘Tribe’
@ Hnita Jazz Club Heist Op den Berg
12-Nov-2022
John Dikeman Tenor saxophone
Seppe Gebruers Piano
Hugo Antunes Double Bass
Nicolas Chkifi Drums
© Photo's Patrick Van Vlerken 2022
Who you with?
Who your crew, who your clique?
Who your fam, who your set?
Who your gang, who you rep?
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
That my tribe.
That my crew, that my clique
That my fam, that my city
That my gang, that my rep.
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
That my tribe
That my tribe
That my tribe
That my tribe.
Feel like one of the crew, feel like one of the crew
Ain't got nothin' to do, ain't got nothin' to do
Feel like super glue, feel like one of the crew
And I'm runnin' with you, we got money to move
Put your pride in a trash bin
Too much ego in the captions
Don't get swept up, like a Tesla
You ain't really need the gassin'.
Hate to see my people clashin'
Hate the plot, love the castin'
Tryna catch folks lackin'
Bet the tribe will outlast them." - Jidenna ♫
Gi poses & smiles with her daughters in their sleek tribal wear ❤️
Afrika - Africa - Kenya - Kenia - Maasai
We bezoeken een traditioneel dorp van de Maasai.
The Maasai (also Masai) are a Nilotic ethnic group of semi-nomadic people located in Kenya and northern Tanzania. Due to their distinctive customs and dress and residence near the many game parks of East Africa, they are among the most well known of African ethnic groups.
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De Masaï, Massai of Maasai is de naam die wordt gegeven aan een grotendeels nomadisch volk in Oost-Afrika, voornamelijk woonachtig in Kenia en Tanzania. De Masaï slaagden er in om, ondanks de groeiende moderne civilisatie, hun eeuwenoude tradities te bewaren. Door verschillende oorzaken, zoals de afname van weidegrond voor hun vee en droogte, staat deze traditionele leefwijze sterk onder druk. De totale populatie van de Masaï wordt geschat op 900.000, zo'n 350.000 tot 453.000 hiervan leven in Kenia.
February 2014.
HFF
It was very interesting to discover hill tribe villages with Fred. "Off the beaten path". The houses are made of bamboo.
Avec Fred nous avons pu explorer des villages hors des sentiers battus. Les maisons sont faites en bambou.
The last of the remaining tribeswomen with these magnificent tattoos drawn on their face.
The tribes first began to ink their faces as a way of disfiguring their beauty, to make themselves unattractive in hopes that by doing so, they could avoid being kidnapped or chosen as concubines by the Burmese kings.
The process of facial tattooing is extremely painful especially on the tender eyelid areas and dangerous as some even died of infection.
The practice of facial tattoo is no longer permitted by the Burmese authorities, it has been outlawed since the 1960s, hence this part of the Chin culture will soon be gone.
Lambanis woman in her traditional dress
The nomadic tribe came from Afghanistan to Rajasthan . Now spread across Karnataka, Andhra Pradesh, Rajasthan, Madhya Pradesh, Gujarat and Maharashtra.
The Misings who speak languages of the Sino-Tibetan family with similar linguistic, cultural and ritual within varieties of tribal classes.
There is no formal documentations about their migration from Northern China to the plains of Assam but those are grossly evident in their folk songs and stories transferred by the ancestors from generation to generation and is still prevalent among their society. From these folk tales and songs it appears that they had been originally residing in the highlands of Tibet and subsequently migrated to the plains of Assam in India, while the reason of the large scale migration is still not well established.
They are distinctly different in appearance and means of livelihood and spread into diverse clans with different Mising dialects as well as different levels of socio-economic conditioning.
Here we see a Mising man with fishing net in front of his hut in Mising village near Nameri, Assam, India
The last of the remaining tribeswomen with these magnificent tattoos drawn on their face. The tribes first began to ink their faces as a way of disfiguring their beauty, to make themselves unattractive in hopes that by doing so, they could avoid being kidnapped or chosen as concubines by the Burmese kings. The process of the facial tattooing is extremely painful especially on the tender eyelid areas and dangerous as some even died of infection.
The practice of facial tattoo is no longer permitted by the Burmese authorities, it has been outlawed since 1960s, hence this part of the Chin culture, will soon be gone.
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What is called by the shamans as "the voice of the spirits" is only audible to those with a strong connection to nature, and to hear it one must live a life of training, knowledge, focus and meditation. Every twenty years, however, the wind whispers to a young member of the tribe of Lekōkō. An individual with a kind heart, a wise mind, and a free spirit. Those who receive this gift are tasked to be the tribe's protectors that lead them to a life of harmony with nature.
It truly is a difficult task. Responsibility builds hardship, and power corrupts innocence. It was not the case of the young Lewa, that felt nothing but excitement when he heard the wind for the first time. He had always wondered what kind of voice the wind could have, but much to his surprise he didn't hear a single spoken word. It was more of a feeling, deep down: he could sense the earth making its will clear to him. It's as if he could feel a gentle breeze underneath his skin, and a feeling of clarity in his mind. It was over in an instant, but Lewa knew his life had completely changed.